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One thing I will say about OCs x The Character is that daydreaming about them is very good for my mental health. Everyone should have one.

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Fooled around with photo mode to get some cool action shots of Flint mid-takedown...

Unfortunately I cannot be trusted with photo mode on a hot man with tight leather clothing.

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Lucanis complains that resurrection wastes the effort of a good kill. Which. Yeah. Anyway I cannot leave Emmrich out of my party, I love him too much 😔

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AAAAAAA I FINALLY FINISHED THIS OMG 😭😭😭 I've been working on this for the last seven months (May 16 to November 16) (I would've taken less but procrastination + lack of inspo) but I'm so proud of myself for doing this as it's the first time I work with this material (cold porcelain) (+ Faust ring I made in July but I didn't had tumblr when I made it)

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how could I resist mr. dark, complex and intriguing

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WiP Proof of Life Wednesday

Despite Dragon Age consuming more of my free time than it should, part 28 of Tides is still cooking! Albeit at a gentle simmer. Like a good soup. Here's a (slightly suggestive) appetiser...

(For context if you haven't read what's already up on AO3, this is a flashback of Julian and Altheia's forgotten past, as the whole chapter is them performing the ritual to unlock those memories)

He sat back on his heels, hands on his thighs, and looked up at her.  She bit her lip, smiling.  But when Julian didn’t move, the smile became something else, something uncertain.  She threaded her fingers through his hair, catching on the tangled curls, looking down at him almost contemplatively.  He slid his hands up the outside of her lean thighs, settling at her hips, long fingers pressing against her flesh.  He felt as if he was waiting for her command.   “You don’t have to kneel for me, you know,” she said, a twist of a smile to her lips. “But I want to.” The words came out before he even knew they were there, and he clamped his mouth shut too late.  But he’d said it now.  And it was true, he did want to kneel in front of her, to do whatever would please her.  It was agonising, this need to be told what to do for her, what to give over to her, what part of him she wanted to take.  His synapses prickled with anticipation, eager to jump at her command. Her eyes widened a little in surprise.  And then there was a sudden shadow of vulnerability there.  It surprised Julian, that she, who was so self-assured, so confident in command of a ship and its crew, should feel uncertain of accepting his submission. He closed his eyes, his lashes brushing the soft skin of her belly as his lips pressed a kiss there.  He felt the low thrum of a burst of a slightly nervous laugh.  Her fingers moved through his hair again, brushing it back so she could see his face as he turned up to her. “And what should I do with you?” she asked, a question that felt partly rhetorical, sounding out what he meant, what he wanted, what she wanted. “Well, that depends.”  He arched an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting to match.  “Am I your guest?  Or… am I your prisoner?” He waggled his eyebrows and she gave a startled laugh, left in absolutely no doubt what his preference and intention was.  She tilted her head curiously. “You trust me?” “Altheia, I… I know I've only known you a short time–” “A night and a day is shorter than short,” she quipped. “Even so, I feel… I feel safe.  With you.” That admission surprised Julian almost as much as it surprised Altheia, judging by the look on her face. “Safe?” “Mmm.  Don't ask me to explain it, I can't.  But it… feeling safe, it's… rare.  For me.” He swallowed thickly.  As the silence lingered on, Altheia's fingernails absently scraping lightly over his scalp, he began to wish he could take his words back.   “Sor–” “If I’m going to take you prisoner,” she interrupted, her voice suddenly husky in a way that made Julian ache, “I’ll need to tie you up, don’t you think?” “Yes!  Yes, please, do that.” “You’re not supposed to want to be tied up,” she said, trying to hide a laugh. “O-oh of course.”  He cleared his throat.  “Oh no, please don’t tie me up, that would be awful, I’d hate that, whatever you do please don’t do that.”  He grinned up at her laugh.  “How’s that?” She held his head between her hands on his temples, and bent to brush her lips over his, her dark hair cascading around him, coarse with sea salt and the smell of bonfire smoke and rum.   “I’ll get the rope.”

I hope I'll have the chapter up by next Wednesday 🤞

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Inquisitor Favian. Bestest most handsomest boy.

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WiP Proof of Life Wednesday

Despite Dragon Age consuming more of my free time than it should, part 28 of Tides is still cooking! Albeit at a gentle simmer. Like a good soup. Here's a (slightly suggestive) appetiser...

(For context if you haven't read what's already up on AO3, this is a flashback of Julian and Altheia's forgotten past, as the whole chapter is them performing the ritual to unlock those memories)

He sat back on his heels, hands on his thighs, and looked up at her.  She bit her lip, smiling.  But when Julian didn’t move, the smile became something else, something uncertain.  She threaded her fingers through his hair, catching on the tangled curls, looking down at him almost contemplatively.  He slid his hands up the outside of her lean thighs, settling at her hips, long fingers pressing against her flesh.  He felt as if he was waiting for her command.   “You don’t have to kneel for me, you know,” she said, a twist of a smile to her lips. “But I want to.” The words came out before he even knew they were there, and he clamped his mouth shut too late.  But he’d said it now.  And it was true, he did want to kneel in front of her, to do whatever would please her.  It was agonising, this need to be told what to do for her, what to give over to her, what part of him she wanted to take.  His synapses prickled with anticipation, eager to jump at her command. Her eyes widened a little in surprise.  And then there was a sudden shadow of vulnerability there.  It surprised Julian, that she, who was so self-assured, so confident in command of a ship and its crew, should feel uncertain of accepting his submission. He closed his eyes, his lashes brushing the soft skin of her belly as his lips pressed a kiss there.  He felt the low thrum of a burst of a slightly nervous laugh.  Her fingers moved through his hair again, brushing it back so she could see his face as he turned up to her. “And what should I do with you?” she asked, a question that felt partly rhetorical, sounding out what he meant, what he wanted, what she wanted. “Well, that depends.”  He arched an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting to match.  “Am I your guest?  Or… am I your prisoner?” He waggled his eyebrows and she gave a startled laugh, left in absolutely no doubt what his preference and intention was.  She tilted her head curiously. “You trust me?” “Altheia, I… I know I've only known you a short time–” “A night and a day is shorter than short,” she quipped. “Even so, I feel… I feel safe.  With you.” That admission surprised Julian almost as much as it surprised Altheia, judging by the look on her face. “Safe?” “Mmm.  Don't ask me to explain it, I can't.  But it… feeling safe, it's… rare.  For me.” He swallowed thickly.  As the silence lingered on, Altheia's fingernails absently scraping lightly over his scalp, he began to wish he could take his words back.   “Sor–” “If I’m going to take you prisoner,” she interrupted, her voice suddenly husky in a way that made Julian ache, “I’ll need to tie you up, don’t you think?” “Yes!  Yes, please, do that.” “You’re not supposed to want to be tied up,” she said, trying to hide a laugh. “O-oh of course.”  He cleared his throat.  “Oh no, please don’t tie me up, that would be awful, I’d hate that, whatever you do please don’t do that.”  He grinned up at her laugh.  “How’s that?” She held his head between her hands on his temples, and bent to brush her lips over his, her dark hair cascading around him, coarse with sea salt and the smell of bonfire smoke and rum.   “I’ll get the rope.”

I hope I'll have the chapter up by next Wednesday 🤞

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Hey I just happen to have it on very good authority that our girl enjoys a strong nose 😏

Rook the moment she realized she’s going to climb that old man like a tree and put the romance in necromancer.

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OUGH IM GONNA GRXXGGEVFRGGRBD

Don’t make that FACE AT ME BOY IM GONNA GET YOU

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Tunesday Tuesday

I will never give up on you

For all the times you sat and sang to me

Trying to make me better

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yesterday i was insane about that fictional man. today i am insane about that fictional man. tomorrow? take a wild guess brother

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big wet eyes

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Father and son.

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